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Bury me in it.
Whatever makes her happy. Whatever she needs for me to prove to her that I belong to her and her alone.
“Yeah, absolutely.” Nailed it.
She follows me back into the living area right as a knock rattles the door. Behind it is our handsome showrunner.
“Ran into a delivery guy. Said this was for you.” He peers over my shoulder and sees Alex, and his face lights up, his entire demeanor changing. “Hey, Doc. Good to see you up and moving.”
“Yep, and we’re on a date, so thanks for delivering the food. Time to go!” I take the bag from him and shove him out the door.
Before I close it, he leans close and whispers, “Don’tmess this up, Dario. The tough part of being the first is that you set the tone for the rest of us.”
Oh, goodie, no pressure.
The heavy paper bag is stuffed inside a plastic one is heavy, and I carefully place it on the table before I start to unload the contents.
“What did you order?” Alex asks, leaning over my shoulder. I hear her stomach growl before I even get a chance to tell her. I don’t call attention to it, but I know if I turn around, I’ll see that her face is pink with embarrassment.
“Okay, so, I don’t know what you like to eat besides Chinese food, so I took a guess. How do you feel about tacos?” I open one of the Styrofoam clamshells filled with al pastor and turn it toward her. “Specifically, street tacos?”
One by one, I unload clamshells full of carne asada and shredded chicken, then one with onions and cilantro, and then a foil-wrapped set of corn tortillas. At the bottom is a foil dish with a plastic lid containing sopapillas for a light dessert.
“Looks incredible,” she says as she slides into the chair on the other side of the table. “Did they include some limes?”
“Did they include limes?” I clutch at my chest. “Of course they did! What kind of monster doesn’t use lime on their street tacos?”
I hand her a paper plate and a fork, and we start to build our tacos.
It’s going to be hard to eat while smiling so widely.
Chapter 12
Dario is charming.He’s got the kind of boyish good looks that make him seem like the type of guy your mom would want you to bring home, but your dad could still relate to him over sports or something.
But he’s also sexy. Like, ridiculously sexy. His performance outfit is basically a pair of shiny underpants, so I’ve been blessed by the sight of his abs and lean muscles several times. One might think that comic book style tattoos would look childish, but nope. They only add to the appeal.
Dario looks like someone who chases joy in whatever way he can, and I want to come along for the ride.
One thing that this very domestic dinner, which is so comfortable that it feels like we’ve done a thousand times, has cemented for me is that I want more of this Alpha. I want to hear his stories, even the bad ones, like the one about the fire. Maybe one day he’ll tell me more about his parents, too.
I want to know every part of him.
I probably should fight this draw more. I ran away from him and the others three months ago.
But it wasn’t him, or any of the guys, that I was truly running from.
I was running from Rich.
From Greg.
From Tripp.
From the inevitability of having found a pack of scent matches at the circus of all places, and how much that scared me.
But Dario never scared me. I’ve always been attracted to him. And I saw him during the rut. The desperate way he clung to his cock, how his eyes darted between me and Jude.
And I want to see him like that again.
